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Favourite hero Sir Charlie Stinky Socks is off on a new adventure which is revealed in a picture book with four giant fold-out flaps to add excitement. Sir Charlie is set a challenge by a wizard with a sneaky smile who may not be at all trustworthy! Can Sir Charlie bring back a sack from a deep dark cave? And what can the wizard be whispering behind his back? All is revealed in a glorious surprise when the final flap is opened out.

Synopsis

Once upon a whisper a wizard made his way from a tall, tall tower to a castle on top of a hill. A mysterious whisper had told him that in the castle was a legendary knight who had helped dragons, monsters and kings. Who could this perfect knight possibly be? Why, Sir Charlie Stinky Socks of course! And he's looking for adventure.

But this is Charlie's most fearsome quest yet. Along with his cat Envelope and his good grey mare, he must venture along a treacherous track, through a spooky wooky wood and into a deep, dark cave where a mysterious black sack lies. But ogres, scallywags and pirates are lying in wait, ready to thwart Sir Charlie at every turn!

Sir Charlie Stinky Socks has his own fantastic website full of fun activities and a special page to ask Sir Charlie any question you like! www.sircharliestinkysocks.co.uk

About the Author

Kristina Stephenson trained as a set and costume designer. She had a successful career in Theatre and Children’s TV until she had her children. Wanting to stay at home with them, she turned to illustration. She has illustrated many non-fiction books.

Kristina lives with her husband, who is a musician, and her son and daughter in Wiltshire.

A Day in the Life of Me

The alarm clock wakes me early – too early sometimes – but I’m glad it does – I must be up before anyone else. I need a quiet house (and the calming influence of the dawn chorus) in order to perfect my ‘master work-plan for the day’. I also need to pick a nice menu for supper, pack some sandwiches and a big bottle of water for Maddie’s geography trip and find that favourite little something for Charlie to take to school - just in case - (now where have I heard that before?).

At school I kiss the kids goodbye, remount my faithful bike and head back home. Home, which as I cycle towards it, is morphing magically into a place of work – an office. I’m clever you see: I make the beds, I wash up the breakfast things, and I hide away anything laundry-like, before I leave the house. I do it every morning, you know, so that by the time I return, the transformation has taken place. Wow!

This happens in a little room, which nestles neatly between the kitchen (which is, of course, on my return, no longer a kitchen but a place to refresh water pots and wash paint brushes) and the tiny courtyard (now bereft of all bikes bar mine), which has become a secret garden into which I look for inspiration and the occasional fairy.